A buscapade inquiry, No-TV 7-year anniversary, St. Patty’s Day drinking…

This morning’s buscapades left me wondering this about the girl who got on the bus with her bicycle and then got off two stops later: “Why???”

Agriculture Awareness Week @ NCSU continued, where on the way to coffee, I saw not a man outstanding in his field, but a cow outstanding in his brickyard—along with a oft-crowing rooster and a couple of sheep.


Today was my 7-year anniversary of:



Talking USMC Dog

A guy driving around the back woods of Tennessee sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: “Talking Dog for Sale.”

He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the back yard and sees a nice looking Beagle sitting there. “You talk?” he asks.

“Yep,” the Beagle replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says, “So, what’s your story?”

The Beagle looks up and says, “Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA and they had me sworn into the toughest branch of the armed services… the United States Marines You know one of their nicknames is ‘The Devil Dogs.’

“In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders; because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running, but the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger. So, I decided to settle down.

“I retired from the Corps (8 dog years is 56 Corps years) and signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.”

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

“Ten dollars,” the guy says.

“Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him for so cheap?”

“Because he’s such a bullshitter … He never did any of that shit. He was in the Navy!”


I had three work meetings today: a team meeting, a Drupal migration project meeting, and a “Service Planning Team” meeting, which is a new group being formed, on which I’m Outreach, Communication, and Consulting’s representative.


I met my friend Kevin (zy1125, @zy1125) at Flex, where we had a couple of cheap drinks and played a game of shit pool.

We took the R-Line over to Landmark, where we hooked up with a bunch of the other Tweeters: @hughlh, @DTRaleigh, @abbyladybug, @kitch, and @DiMambro to name a few.

I was supposed to pick up Joe and his sister at the airport at 10:11, but by then the alcohol was talking, and I did something I’m not proud of. When he landed and was in touch, I asked him if would mind terribly taking a cab home and letting me pay for it. He was amenable to the idea and kind about it.

Later, after putting his sister to bed, he met me out at Flex, where we hooked up with Jeff, @sossamonj, who I’d met earlier in the evening with Kevin, and our friend Henry, and at around midnight, the four of us went over to Legends for the show.

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